I had a beautiful, beautiful time. The drives and the talks were amazing – the kind of friend I thought I’d never find. I had a beautiful, beautiful time.

You have a beautiful, beautiful smile – the way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me, I shake like a child. It’s late – I’m afraid you might leave.

Because sometimes, it feels like you still don’t believe me. There’s nothing I can do to concentrate – it’s so distracting always thinking of you. So I expose, and explain, and I meant everything I said.

It’s moments like this that repeat and replay in my head when I’m laying in bed.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful time. As you laugh and roll onto your stomach, the carpet embraces your design. My heart pounds as I lay by your side, and I find that I am unable to hide all these feelings that flow.